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n-s4kayaky · 6 months

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𝔹𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕪 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤! (ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎 + 𝕊𝔽𝕎)

warnings: Mentions of female reader, not safe for under 18! (The Buggy that I am going to use for these headcanons can be either from LA or Anime.)

a/n: I love making headcanons about characters I love, so here are a few ideas about Buggy!

Soooo I think we all think the same thing, which is that this man's body hair is the same color as his head hair. I think he takes good care of it, meaning he trims it and doesn't let it get too wild. I see that he has some hair on his chest, forearms, and what I like the most, the happy trail ;)

Speaking of hair, Buggy takes VERY good care of his long blue hair. I'm sure this man has a private shower full of all kinds of shampoos, conditioners, hair nutrition, etc. Besides taking care of it, he LOVES to have it combed, especially if it's by you. I can imagine him asking you to comb his hair after a hard day of work where his crew has pushed him to his limits. He'll sit on the bed with his back to you and let his hair down so you can comb it. He'll LITERALLY melt under your hands as you brush his long and silky hair, and don't even get me started if you massage his scalp.

I think that Buggy HAS to have some tattoo, such as a skull with clown details. The most likely place I see the tattoo is on his back or biceps

OH MY GOD, THIS MAN HAS A DAD BOD AND NO ONE CAN ARGUE WITH ME. He has muscular and well-worked biceps but also has a cute dad bod. Why does he have it? Easy, I explain it below

Well, Buggy surely celebrates ABSOLUTELY everything, I mean, any little thing is celebrated with food and drink. Did they rob a village? It's celebrated that same night. Did a show go well? It's celebrated that same night. He loves to eat and drink, I see it in him, especially if there's some celebration involved.

Continuing with the hair topic and the fact that he likes you to comb his hair, it adds that he loves you to do different hairstyles. Would you like to make him a ponytail? "Go ahead, darling!" A braid maybe? "All yours, sweet cheeks." How about curling his hair? "I love it, doll!"

I feel that once Buggy falls in love with you, he becomes COMPLETELY obsessed, I'm not kidding. Buggy will be with you most of the day, or rather take you anywhere so that he can be with you. Due to his insecurities about his nose, he is VERY jealous. I can perfectly see him appearing behind you in a few seconds, putting his hands on your waist and kissing your neck while looking challengingly at the other man. Buggy has arrived and is marking his territory, which is you.

Buggy is the type of partner who ADORES you, I literally think he will treat you as if you were a goddess or some kind of deity to him, and let's not talk about how he would react if you adored him just like he does to you.

Obviously, this man will make thousands and thousands of sexual jokes in any situation, no matter what is happening. He can tell you while eating, while alone in his office, or while you are helping with an essay for his show. He loves to see how nervous you get with his words

Buggy is someone who likes to give nicknames, especially to you if you have a romantic relationship with him. Even before it's officially something, he probably gave you affectionate nicknames like "Honey," "Doll," "Dear," "Sweet Cheeks," etc. I don't know if I'm correct, I just read this, but supposedly each OP character has a nationality assigned by Oda, and if I'm correct, Buggy is French. Soooo, it's possible that he will call you some affectionate nickname in French, something like "Mon chéri," "Ma chérie," "Mon coeur" (Sorry to French speakers if any of this is mistranslated). He will probably also tell you in great detail in French how he's going to fuck and destroy you, but just laugh when you see your confused face because you don't understand.

He loves cuddles, he loves being in your arms and feeling your beautiful hands give him love and cuddles on his face, hair, and body. He sleeps snuggled up next to you, and every chance he gets, he hugs you and presses you against his body to feel its warmth. He simply adores you and adores every part of you with all his soul

I am sure that he spoils you in more than one way. If you are part of the shows, you will be the first to receive words of affirmation from him. He won't stop telling you how incredible you were, how good you were, and that you are undoubtedly the star of the show (behind him, clearly). While he showers you with affection, he won't stop yelling at and scolding others who have been in the show for the slightest mistake. Apart from that, he will give you anything valuable or expensive, from jewelry, clothing, costumes for the shows, shoes, lingerie, to makeup and anything else that comes to mind or you ask for. He is a captain and you are his little and beautiful partner, obviously he has to give you everything, no matter how expensive it is, and take care of you.

I see him as VERY protective, and apart from that, thanks to jealousy, he cares a lot about you. He will be attentive at all times. If you feel a little unwell, he will quickly be shouting and grumbling for a doctor to attend to you. If you get hurt, he will pick you up and be glued to you at all times. He won't leave you alone for a second.

I think a lot about how people smell, and from my point of view, I think Buggy would smell like a mixture of ash because of his cannons, saltwater, whiskey or alcohol in general, a touch of wood, and a slight hint of his body musk.

Well, I think that Buggy loves to eat his partner, he loves the idea of your thighs pressed around his head while he has his tongue deeply buried between your wet folds. He will drink from your excitement as if it were the best drink ever created by man, he will always look for an excuse to eat you. If he could, he would simply feed on your excitement and could be eating you for a whole day. More than once he has asked you to sit on his face and you have agreed, but always with that fear of suffocating him, he always responds with "Darling, if I have to die, I would be more than honored and satisfied to die suffocated thanks to your beautiful thighs and with my tongue full of your delicious wetness." Eventually, if you are sitting on his face while he eats you, you will always keep your hips a little afloat to avoid sitting completely, to which Buggy will take your thighs and force you to sit completely.

I think we all know that this man uses his Chop Chop power with you in quite sinful ways, he will easily detach his cock from his body and choke you with it, letting you feel how it fills your throat and how his balls hit your chin while saliva drips from your mouth, staining everything. Your mouth won't be the only thing he fills, he will bury himself deeply in your wet vagina and fuck you while he watches you being fucked with his own cock just a few centimeters away from you. One day he may wake you up by fucking you and when he finishes, he will leave his cock buried in you for the whole day, using it to prevent his precious semen from dripping out of your beautiful pussy.

He releases a lot, but that LOT of cum, he will fill you with a good load and you will feel how he drips all day from inside you (Unless his cock is being used as a plug so that doesn't happen) When he cums in your throat you always have to swallow little by little to avoid choking, and believe me, When you start swallowing you think you're never going to finish

He loves to brand you, he has to proclaim you as his own, so he'll leave hickeys along your neck and collarbone, in plain sight for anyone. Apart from bites and hickeys he loves to spank you, he loves to see your cute red and burning butt, full of marks on the palm of his hand due to his spanking. Obviously, because of his love of eating you, you'll have red thighs thanks to his face paint; but Buggy won't let you clean them, what's more, he'll let you wear a short skirt that day so that everyone can see the marks of his makeup on your cute thighs

I think it's a bit Voyeur, I mean he loves shows, especially if it's about you! I can see him sneaking into the room you're in and every time he catches you masturbating he falls silent as he watches you, feeling his cock harden under his pants at the sight. He will also ask you to voluntarily masturbate in front of him more than once, standing in front of you in a chair while his eyes do not leave your body and his hands separate from him to caress your soft skin

He curses a lot during sex, while he's fucking you hard against any surface near you he'll be whispering all kinds of lustful things like "My little slut… Always pleasing me so well." "I adore this greedy little pussy you have, so tight and always sucking me so hard" "Fuck, you love to please your captain, isn't that my sweet little slut?" "Look how your pussy drips because of me, so adorable..".

During kissing I feel like he's drooling a lot, you always fill each other with saliva during a nice hot make-out session, having your lips moist as well as your chins while half of Buggy's lip makeup has smudged and smudged your whole face

If at any point while he is eating strips of his hair he goes completely wild, he will attack your pussy mercilessly and rip you out of you at least more than 4 orgasms in a row, all in order to get you to pull his hair again

He loves to overstimulate you, loves to see how you turn into a small babbling mass between his hands and how you can't think about anything other than him or his cock. Love to see your thighs trembling and filled with both fluids mixed together, your clever little mouth nothing but meowing and moaning as you spew incoherently and drool

This man has to have at least a slight kink towards the knife set. He will always ask you beforehand if you are okay with it and will put a word of security; But he'll love being able to run the cold steel of his daggers across your soft skin, past your stiff nipples until delicately fiddling with your. It will leave some scratches, not very deep, only small marks, unless you ask it to be harder, in that case it will create small cuts and if it has the opportunity it will make its initial on your soft skin with the help of its dagger

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talaok · 8 months

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Hello! Could you make a fic where the reader is not even sick, and Pedro helps her take a shower and combs her hair? cute things.

Pairing: Pedro pascal x reader

a/n: this was such a cute request, sorry I took so long

"Ugh"

Your fifth grumble seemed to finally get his attention.

He turned his chair to look at where you lay on the bed.

"What is it, baby?"

"nothing" you mumbled, turning to the side to curl up in a ball.

The bed creaked underneath his weight seconds later.

"Sweetheart..." he called, gently caressing some hair out of your face "What's the matter?"

"I have to shower" you spoke

"and?"

"and I don't feel like it"

A smile pulled at his lips "Can't you just shower tomorrow?"

"No" you explained, "otherwise my whole schedule will be messed up"

"schedule?"

"yeah, my hair schedule,"

"What?"

You turned to look at him, the cutest little pout on your lips, and he couldn't help but wonder out loud

"What if I help you out?"

A smile spread on your face "yeah?"

"of course" he kissed your forehead "up up pretty girl, it's time to shower"

And with a groan and the help of his strong hands, you were up and into the bathroom in just a minute.

Your expression was still very much pained, and when he took notice of it, standing before you in front of the mirror, a small laugh fled his lips

"how are you still so cute when upset?" he asked mostly himself, before leaning down to leave a soft kiss on your lips "Put your hands up"

You did as told, and the t-shirt he used to be the owner off slipped easily off your body.

In a matter of seconds, you were mostly bare before him, and he took his time admiring you before reaching into the shower to turn on the water and then getting rid of his clothes.

"Do you want me to take off your panties too?" he asked, trying to stifle his smirk.

"Well you're already here..."

He chuckled softly before helping you out of your underwear.

he took care of every inch of your body in the shower, he scrubbed your body with soap, washed your hair with your special shampoo, and even followed your instructions on how to apply conditioner, each and every step followed by a kiss on the cheek or on your lips or your neck, he didn't really care where his lips where meeting you, he just wanted to lather you in affection.

And god if he didn't.

His strong hands held you throughout the whole process, even when not necessary, even when your head rested on his chest, or when your legs were well capable of standing on their own.

He listened silently as you hummed in contentment, and by the time the shower was over, he couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed.

"Here you go baby" he murmured, as he wrapped you up in your bathrobe.

You smiled up at him, standing on your tiptoes to land a quick kiss on his cheek "Thank you" you breathed

"Anything for you sweetheart" he promised, watching as you walked to the sink's countertop and picked up your hairbrush.

His words were out of his mouth before he even had time to think about them

"I can do that if you want"

You turned to him, smiling like a kid

"You don't mind?"

"Not at all" he shook his head, stepping behind you and meeting your gaze in the mirror, before taking the brush from your fingers.

He was so gentle brushing your hair that it didn't feel like it at all.

You watched his reflection as he carefully took care of every strand of your hair, and every time he looked up, catching you staring, a shy smile pulled at your lips.

"Tell me if I hurt you"

You almost laughed "You're not hurting me, baby"

"All right, just wanted to be sure," he said, continuing his work, until your hair was completely unknotted.

"I think I'm done," he spoke, as again, a bitter taste of disappointment sat on his tongue.

"thank you" you smiled again, turning to him

"no need to thank me" he shook his head, pulling some strands of your hair behind your ears

"You're really beautiful sweetheart" he murmured, stroking your cheek as it filled with streaks of red.

How he still made you blush after all this time you'll never know.

"I love you" was the only response you could think of, closing the distance between you

"I love you too baby" he promised, kissing you

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luveline · 2 months

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need need NEED more hop x reader w el they are the CUTEST

“So she’s coming?” El asks.

Hopper pushes a glass of orange juice in her direction. “Mm-hm.”

“And she wants to see me.”

“Yeah, kid, she wants to see you.”

Eleven’s hair curls just under her ears. Hopper hadn’t suspected her hair would be curly once it began to grow, but it waves gently, and tighter the longer it becomes. He doesn’t know how to take care of it. He only just taught her how to use shampoo and conditioner without leaving all the suds in.

She scratches it. “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing.” He ruffles her hair. “Eat your breakfast. You can get changed when you’re done. You need me to help you find something?”

“No. I like choosing.”

Hopper knows. She isn’t good at matching yet, but she’ll get there.

She eats her breakfast too quickly, doesn’t drink her juice, and doesn’t put her plate in the sink before she goes, but Hopper doesn’t bother getting mad. He’s trying to be less moody. He’s also trying to be understanding; she’s learning to be a normal kid. Most normal kids are slobs.

“Can we have dessert?” El shouts from her room.

“You can have a snack later.”

“Please?”

“You can have some chips once you get dressed. Are you still hungry, or–?”

“Snacks,” she says, turning on her radio.

Hopper nods, laughing to himself when there’s a knock at the door. He’s been waiting to see you all weekend, and he walks to the door with a terrible smugness about him to let you in.

“Hello,” he says, wedging the creaky frame open with his shoe.

“Hi, handsome.” You look up into his eyes, fresh-faced like you’ve had a good scrub and dressed for a day in the house in cuffless sweatpants and a hoodie he thinks might be his. “Wow, nice shirt, hotshot. What is that? The Hawkins Police Department fun run of eighty two? That’s vintage.”

He leans down to kiss you hello.

“Oh, hi,” you flirt.

You’re confident when you know you’re loved, he’s found. Still the homespun woman he knew you to be, but affectionate once you’re comfortable. He smiles into your mouth and pulls you tight to his chest, lifting you off of your feet for a millisecond before placing you back down.

“Where’s my girl?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says.

“El?” you call. You slide around him to find her but turn back, “Did you ask her about the hugging?”

“She says it’s fine.”

“Like, she wants to?”

It had been a strange conversation. Hopper is used to telling El things, or being told things by her. He didn’t ask her what she likes for breakfast, he just kept guessing until he found the right stuff. She never asked him if she could sit in his side during movies, she just inched closer until he put his arm around her.

“She wants to,” Hopper says. She’d seemed perturbed by the question, sure, but it ended with her happy little smile through a handful of popcorn.

“El?” you call again.

“Kid! Your best friend is here!” Hopper shouts.

Thunder from her bedroom, a door swung open and slapping the wall. “Y/N?” she asks, the skirt of her dress swinging as she pauses in the doorway.

You smile and step forward. You’re tentative but excited all the same, laughing as you wrap your arms around her shoulders, and pat her back. “Hi, beautiful.”

“Where have you been? It’s two weeks.”

“Yeah? I didn’t mean to not see you for so long, I’m sorry.”

“Hop says you have lots to do.”

“There’s a leak in my bathroom,” you take her by the shoulders. “Aw, this is nice. When’d you get this? It’s light and summery.”

“Hop… from a catalogue.”

You raise your brows at him, grinning. “That’s nice. How many did you get?”

“We got five.”

“Five! From the catalogue!” You hold her hand. “Hop must really like you, huh? Who can blame him?”

El looks down at your joined hands. Hopper feels his skeptic heart softening. “He likes you, too.”

“But do we like him?” you joke, letting go of her hand to put your arm behind her back instead. You give Hopper a look.

“What?” he asks.

“I was thinking we’d go out for milkshakes?”

Hopper bites his tongue. El has a birth certificate now, she’s his daughter, she can’t be taken, but going out with her into the world draws stares and derision alike. People can tell she’s abnormal, and he can’t stand that. She doesn’t deserve to be gawked at for talking a little slowly, or messing with stuff she doesn’t understand.

But he doesn’t want her feeling punished for those things either.

“Get your jacket, El.” She beams, rushing for her room. “She’s gonna love the jukebox,” Hopper says.

You meander back into his arms, kissing his stubbly cheek. He pretends to nudge you away.

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johnwickb1tsch · 2 months

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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 20 all chapters

gif credit to dilfgifs

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

-You try to go as long as you can, but later that night you decide you just can’t stand it anymore. You’re pretty sure it’s been days, and you feel gross.

“Can I…use your shower?”

He turns to you with a small smile. “You mean, our shower? Yes.”

Hoping that’s the end of it, and this exchange won’t get weird, you slip out from under his arm to go into the bathroom. You check your prospects, finding expensive shampoo, conditioner, bodywash, shaving gel…but no razor. You guess you get it, kind of, but really. Then again, maybe you'd better not ask. Why send mixed signals by shaving off your body hair? It’s just an aesthetic mostly catering to the male gaze anyway…

But it bugs you.

You pop your head back out of the door. “Razor?”

He doesn’t even look up from his book.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

This annoys you for some reason. “Just so you know, I am not going to try to kill myself.” Brave words for someone in your situation, but at least at the moment, you mean them.

“I was more worried you might try to kill me.”

You open your mouth again, until he fixes you with that laser-like stare. “Just take your shower, y/n, or do I have to come in there to help you?”

The thought of his large hands on your body slick with soap sends an inconvenient spear of desire straight to your center.

“No.”

You disappear fast as a groundhog into its burrow, closing the door behind you.

“Door open!” he yells in that particular tone, and sensing the shift in his mood, you comply rather than pull his tail some more.

Well done, you, you chide yourself as you strip out of your dirty dress and your ACE bandage in the cavernous shower. He was actually in a good mood, somehow, after you tried to knock his head off with a book. And now you…what? You did something to piss him off, at least a little bit.

Learning his moods was going to take some doing.

It was the only way you were getting out of here alive.

You keep looking over your shoulder, half expecting to see him looming behind you. That man moves silent as a ghost when he feels like it.

It’s creepy. And…kind of hot, if you’re being honest, but that is not a helpful thought.

You feel a thousand times better with all the grime washed from your hair and your body. You wrap yourself in a big fluffy towel that feels like a cloud on your skin, and put off going into the bedroom by drying your hair.

There are products on the sink that you use, face lotions and hair creams, and more expensive versions of the same type that you could never afford. How did he know?

Then again, he has fucking gorgeous hair, he probably knows more about styling product than you do.

You turn to look at his handiwork upon your bum. The bruise is a red and purple swirl nearly the size of your fist. You can actually see the neat lines of his teeth marks. “Jesus Christ.”

His eye was going to heal way before that was.

When you can’t really dawdle in the bathroom anymore, you war with the next conundrum.

Fresh clothes.

Fuck it. You march out, heading for the closet without making eye contact with the reclining leopard on the bed. You can feel his eyes on you, and fuck if it doesn’t turn you on to be watched like that. Like you are some kind of prize to be desired.

It feels utterly insane to you, to say the least. You’re not that beautiful, but he looks at you like you’re Helen of Troy.

With your hand on the closet door John clears his throat pointedly.

You know you can’t ignore him. Risking his wrath while you’re wrapped in nothing but a bath towel is so not a good idea.

You turn to find he’s laid something out at the foot of the bed for you already.

“Wear this,” he says. It’s an order clothed in velvet. Polite, but…you sense the unyielding directive underneath.

You pad on bare feet to the foot of the bed. It’s a silky lavender nightie with lace at the bodice. Nothing too wacky. No embarrassing peep holes or extraneous straps. You are somewhat relieved.

Until you see the underwear he’s paired with them.

Your underwear, as a matter of fact.

Those went missing a long time ago.

Speechless, you look to him, knowing you look like a fish out of water but unsure what to say.

This has been going on for way longer than you even knew, and you didn’t have a clue.

“You took these from my apartment.” You manage not to yell it.

“I didn’t want you to wear them for anyone but me.” He has the cheek to sound grouchy about it, like you did something wrong.

You feel your temper rising like the mercury in a thermometer. You know you’re going to say something stupid, but you just don’t know how to keep it in.

“How. Fucking. Dare you?”

He just sighs, like he already knows how this is going to go. “Don’t play this game with me, baby.”

You bite down on the impulse to demand he not call you baby.

“You could have just…asked me out. I would have said yes, you know?”

He actually looks away as you tell him this.

“Maybe you would have. Until you realized I’m just a bitter old man, and you would have left me.”

You blink at that. How can he be so smart, and yet so blind?

“I knew you were a bitter old man all along! But you know what? I liked you anyway. I thought you were interesting, and funny, and so fucking handsome, and I wanted to fuck you. But now…” You clench your fists, shaking with all the vitriol you know you can’t unleash on this unpredictable man.

This unpredictable killer.

He takes your fury, seemingly nonplussed. You’re not sure any of it registers at all, and it takes some of the wind out of your sails. “This isn’t love, John,” you say quietly, your throat tightening with every syllable. “Love is…having the courage to bare your heart to the sword, and take what comes. You can’t control it like this.”

He tilts his head at this, a wave of that lovely dark hair covering his face. You get the feeling like he’s hiding from you, when he does that.

Finally he asks, “Have you ever been stabbed, y/n?”

Your heart skips a beat, as you wonder if he’s threatening you. “No.”

“Well let me tell you. It fucking hurts.”

Then he reaches down the bed to pluck up the panties, sticking them in his pocket. “I guess I’ll just keep these. You’re not going to need them anyway.”

You glare daggers at him.

He offers you the slightest, smuggest, smile.

“You sonofabitch.”

“Watch that mouth, kitten. Unless you want me to fill it up with something else.”

You bare your teeth with the thought. “I fucking dare you,” you spit, snatching up the nightie to take it to the bathroom to change.

“Nuh uh,” he interjects. “Change here.”

You freeze in your tracks, understanding exactly what he’s demanding of you.

This is how it’s going to be, you tell yourself. He’s going to be sweet, and then he’s going to be insufferable, and if you’re not careful, he’ll get downright mean. Don’t be fooled by the sweet moods, because all the rest is just beneath the surface waiting.

It was so hard to remind yourself of that, when he was being good to you.

You don’t turn around. You moonlighted as a drawing model after college. You can handle this, right? He’s already seen parts of you anyway…

It’s soooooooooo much different than being in that classroom, when you undo your towel and let it fall to the floor. You can feel the weight of his gaze on your bare form. In the end, knowing it’s just your backside, that he’s already gotten way more than an eyeful of…doesn’t really help. With shaking hands you quickly you pull the nightie over your head.

You hope he feels guilty about the size of that fucking bruise, but you have a feeling he probably likes seeing his marks on you.

“Come here.” He practically purrs, and your flesh aches for the sound. Fuck.

You turn to face him, but do not move. Once again, that glorious boner is making an appearance. It’s almost flattering, how often this man has a hard-on when he’s around you. If this had been a normal relationship, you would have made it your mission to oblige him at every opportunity, just to see what the old man could take.

As it is…all you want to do is fight him, and you know you are destined to lose.

He pats his thigh, as though he expects you to sit on his lap. Without underwear. Or a bra. Or a sense of self-preservation.

You shake your head no with the glitter of moisture in the corners of your eyes. You’ve never felt so helpless in your life, and you hate it.

He frowns at your defiance. My god, no one can do a forbidding frown, like Mr. John Wick. It lodges your heart in your throat, even while you find him magnificent.

“Are you going to make me make you?”

And there it is.

You sigh, and you feel like a piece of your soul exits your body. Good. Good, be empty. He can’t hurt an empty husk.

“I guess so.”

You close your eyes, and you wait. You wait for his rough hands, for the violence that is surely coming to you. You shake like a leaf, unable to stop. You don't know why you'd allowed yourself to hold out some hope, that maybe he really wasn't going to hurt you.

Yet, it does not come.

You open your eyes to find him still frowning at you. He hasn’t moved a muscle.

The longest three seconds of your life tick by. You count them in your thundering heartbeats, and then he scoots over on the bed. “Fine. Come lay by me then.”

You are shocked to your toes. You forget how to move.

“Now.” He snaps his fingers, pointing to the bed beside him, and you scurry over before he loses his patience with this kinder offer. Cautiously you crawl up beside him, and when he holds up his arm you understand the cue, snuggling into his side with your head on his shoulder.

Alright, this, you can do.

This feels almost…normal. The way your head fits into the divot of his shoulder is just…divine, if you’re being honest, and your body shudders as you suppress a sob, hiding your face against his chest. It’s not fair, that you still want him so much, and you mourn for the promise of sweetness that was snatched from your table before you ever really got a chance to taste it.

“Shh,” he soothes, touching your hair, his big hand dwarfing the crown of your head. “I’ll try to remember to be patient with you.”

You nod against him, wanting to believe him, knowing that makes you a sad little fool.

“But my patience has its limits. Remember that, kitten.”

Oh. You weren’t going to forget.

He continues to hold you, and eventually your heart slows, the tension in your body finally relaxing.

It’s incredible, really, how you just can’t leave well enough alone.

Now that you’ve both calmed, you feel bold enough to ask, “John?”

“Yeah, baby?” His lips on the top of your head make your eyelids flutter, it’s so sweet.

“Do you…at least know that it was wrong, to break into my apartment?” You feel like the answer to this one question will help you gauge everything about his state of mind.

He is silent for a long time. Long enough to let your imagination run rampant with the things he might do to punish you for this impertinence, after he was so generous as to just let you lay down with him and snuggle.

Yet there’s no anger in his voice when he answers, “Yeah. But I’ve been breaking the law my whole life, sweetheart, and no one’s stopped me yet.”

It’s the truth, and a nice neat little warning, all wrapped up in one.

You should be scared again, but you just sigh against his chest. Maybe you’ve used up whatever hormone is responsible for adequate fear responses for the day. Or maybe…his games are working on you already, claiming your sanity inch by inch.

You lay there in his arms, and eventually you start to doze. He strokes your hair, a sweet and lulling touch that makes you curl your toes. When those featherlight fingertips find their way to the back of your neck, and the tops of your shoulders, you cannot help but squirm. In your half-asleep state, this is your kryptonite, and your leg tangles with his, your pelvis pressing against his hip. It feels like the most natural thing in the world, to crane your head towards him.

Only when you feel him shift to lean towards you for a kiss, do you realize what you are doing.

You turn your head at the last second, and his grip on you tightens from comforting to bruising in a nanosecond. “Wait—”

He has you on your back before you can blink.

“Are we still pretending you don’t want me, kitten?”

“I…”

Suddenly his hand is between your legs, manhandling you like he owns you, raking up your thigh to swipe at your folds. He finds you soaking wet with slick, of course, and he makes a point to press your clit with his thick fingers as he withdraws. It sends an agonizing jolt of desire spreading through the cradle of your hips, the ache in your stupid little cunt nigh unbearable. You hardly recognize the keening sound that escapes your mouth.

Was that you?

It worsens ten-fold as you watch him bring his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean. “Tastes like lies to me.”

Goddammit.

“John…”

You can hardly believe it, when he slides off of the bed, leaving you cold and alone, confused and filled with desire. The pulsing ache between your legs drowns out any rational thoughts you might have had a moment ago.

“Little liars don’t get to cum. I’ll let you think about that tonight.”

You feel like you did that night in Italy, watching him walk out the door when all you really want is to feel his thick, insatiable cock teeming inside you.

Which is fucking insane, of course.

And you were thinking he might be the crazy one?

“Same rules, sweetheart. Don’t you dare touch yourself tonight. I’ll fucking know.”

With one last baleful look over of his shoulder he touches his hand to the lock, and sweeps out of the room. He leaves you stunned on the bed, disheveled and unsure, once again, of what the fuck just happened?

#john wick #john wick fic #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick x y/n #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves #bittersweet john wick imagine #yandere john wick #yandere #i didn't think id get a chance to post tonight so BONUS i love you all!

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 months

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I've been dreaming of the Plotting Serpent.

A Sorcerer in the Sands seeks something far bigger than himself. Freedom, sweet freedom.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

Bundled up in several layers, Jamil makes his way down a twisting path and into an open market.

The ground crunches softly under his boots. His breath is chilled, turning into a fleeting fog as he exhales. He retreats to the comfort and safety that his bulky coat provides, watching bales of white lazily drift down around him.

Snow instead of sand—imagine that.

The market operates straight out of the town square. From a vantage point--his temporary housing upon a hill--he can see the entirety of it, all the stalls forming a circle. The market is, by no means, large—but it has the spirit of something grander. The banter, the bartering.

Not so different from the bazaars at home.

Jamil ducks in, taking his time to pace around to each vendor. He’s agile and bright, like a child first viewing the moon and rushing to catch it in his palms.

Most sellers—and most customers—are elderly, gnarled like the roots of a tree. The cold colors their rounded cheeks the same red as many of the apples on display.

There’s pink and yellow and green too, and other fresh produce. The majority of it, he is told, is grown in Harveston. Others are foraged from Mt. Moln—nuts, plants, berries, and mushrooms.

Other stalls offer already manufactured goods. Scarves and gloves to protect against the winter, steaming apple drinks and sweetly spiced snacks, toiletries lovingly handcrafted with botanical oils.

His eyes light up with interest. He stops to inspect a row of shampoo and conditioner bars.

Feel free to touch and smell! says a sign at the stall.

He does, testing the weight of a bar in his hand. It is light and has an easy slip to it, and gives off the faint aroma of apples. Slightly tart and juicy.

It'll be good to have on hand, especially when it weighs less than liquid variants. The sign says these bars are made with apple seed oil, an ingredient that treats split ends and dryness while restoring a shine...

He absentmindedly feels the ends of his hair. The locks are normally dark and glossy, but the cold has not treated them well, leaving them slightly dry and brittle.

That's the cost of travel. It can be difficult to predict how my skin and hair react to different climates.

“Excuse me,” Jamil calls out to the stall owner, “I’d like to buy one of these shampoo bars, please. One in the conditioner bars as well."

“Sure thing!!” The owner wraps up the bars and slides them over. As Jamil hands him a few bills, he pipes up. “Say, yer not from ‘round here, are ya, sonny?”

“Yes. I am but a traveler.”

“Traveler!” The owner’s eyebrows shoot up. “Real fancy livin’ ya must have."

“No, not at all. I try to live humbly and travel light.” Jamil indicates his backpack, the one piece of luggage that follows him wherever he goes.

"That so? Not many young folk visit these parts." The owner strokes his rounded chin in contemplation. "I figured ya must be on yer way to the city. A lot more for youngins to see 'n do there."

“I beg to differ. The village has shown me incredible hospitality during my stay. Delicious foods, friendliness... I can enjoy Harveston's natural sights without worry. I'm content with just that."

With each word that leaves his lips, he feels the weight that has been on his shoulders lifting.

Jamil, you're free, the wind seems to whisper. The realization is intoxicatingly sweet and crisp, the first bite taken from a forbidden fruit.

"Aww, that warms mah heart ta hear ya say," the owner beams. "Yer a good kid, yer parents would be proud of ya."

"My... parents?" Jamil falters at the mention of them.

His parents are back home. His sister, too. Najma had texted not long ago, pestering him about bringing her a souvenir and asking when he’d be back.

His family is waiting for him. And... who else is there?

Jamil's brows furrow. Suddenly, he feels as though someone should be beside him, and he, trailing after them. A hopeless person buying up all the stalls, shoveling new dish after new dish at him.

"Here, try this, Jamil! Oooh, and this! That looks super tasty, have some too! And this cracker!"

"Where did you get all this food from?! There's no way we'll be able to feasibly finish this before it goes bad. Why do you never listen to me, Ka..."

A growl rips from his stomach. Jamil's eyes widen, and his face heats.

The stall owner's laugh cuts through his confusion. "Gahahah! Ya hungry there, son? Here, lemme grab ya somethin' on the house."

"Oh no, sir, I can't accept that."

"I insist!! Won't be long 'fore ya mosey on outta here and move on ta the next place. Eat yer fill while yer here, there ain't nothin' like a homegrown Harveston meal or snack anywhere else in Twisted Wonderland!"

The owner rustles with utensils behind the stall, He fills a container with a generous slice of pie--oozing with apple filling--and fluffy pancakes, plus a few potstickers. Then he pours hot tea, apple cubes bobbing in the spiced brown liquid, into a paper cup.

Jamil gets a whiff of it from where he stands and--against his better judgment, his mouth waters. When the owner hands him the container, cup, and a wooden fork, he doesn't refuse them.

"Remember us ‘n all the fun times ya spent here."

"Thank you, sir." Jamil bows his head. "I will. I'll never forget your kindness."

"Don't 'cha mention it. Go on 'n git now, ya got plenty more of the village to visit!""

Jamil departs with his purchase and his gifts, which he immediately settles into.

Lifting the paper cup to his lips, he sips his tea. It's deep and tangy from the cinnamon and apples it has been brewed with. He pleasantly warms from head to toe.

It isn't long before he downs the rest of the drink, apple cubes and all. They're not fresh, but dried--so when his teeth slices them into halves, they're springy and chewy, with a strong flavor.

Jamil lowers the cup, dragging out a satisfied sigh.

It's then that he realizes he's walking directly into a black wall. He veers sharply to the right, but still brushes his arm against that of the incoming person.

“Pardon me. I wasn't watching where I was going...” Jamil looks back, but is startled to find no one where his shoulder has made contact.

Hm? Was I imagining things?

Jamil glances around the marketplace. The crowd is too sparse for him to miss anyone. There are grandmothers and grandfathers, mothers and fathers, each dressed in thick coats and boots, some wrapped in scarves and others sporting fuzzy hats or earmuffs.

But no one is wearing all black.

He shakes his head.

It was probably nothing then.

Jamil returns to browsing the square, his every stride as light as a feather. He feels as though he is dancing atop the snow.

The cold no longer bothers him.

The wind, carrying a new message that resonates with his heart. It seems stronger now, rumbling like a deadly avalanche.

"Be free, Viper. Be free."

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dezznuggz · 2 months

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Road Trip |Steve Harrington × FemReader

~ You and Steve make plans for a road trip to the beach that is 30 minutes away from Hawkins, the drive from there and back is a total mess and it's up to you and Steve to calm everyone down and control everything so that it goes planned

Requested? ✅

Warning: Use of y/n, readers pronouns are she/her (sorry), complete chaos, mentions of the events from the upside down, Steve feeling left out and 'targeted', might be some misspelled words, a little bit of a cliff hanger at the end. (Enjoy and pls request more ideas)

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“Okay and turn right here”

“Here?”

“Yes babe here!”

It was hard for Steve to hear your directions due to the people in the back of the Volkswagen (that you and Steve rented for this particular trip) were talking a little too loud just for them to be 2 inches away from each other. “Y/n did you get my sandals?”. “Yes I have them in the front with me!” You shouted back to Max so that he could hear you, “oh wait did you get my towel too?”. “I brought an extra one so yes I did!” This time you shouted back to Lucas, “and what about my sunscreen?”. “I have everything that you guys need with me!” You responded to Mike loudly while also talking to everyone to prevent them from asking any further questions.

“How long is this ride gonna take, you know it's hot back here!?” Robin says with an annoyed grunt while moving around, “we're like 5 minutes away just give me a second okay!” Steve replies back to Robin with an annoyed tone. Steve has trouble with being able to concentrate at multiple things at once, he tends to get frustrated or he starts feeling pressured, that's why you're always around, to prevent Steve from blowing up on the kid or even Robin and Eddie.

“Here Robin is the air hitting you know?” You say while moving your air fan towards the back in hopes that it reaches to her. “A little, I would feel more if Eddie's hair wasn't making me claustrophobic!” Robin sounds even more cranky but you couldn't blame her, she was in the very back with a guy who only gets a haircut every 7 months and to top it all, there was a whole lot of movement In Front of her that prevented any access of air going towards her.

“Well beauty takes up space, we already talked about this!” Eddie responds back to robins complaints, he seems to be the only one that doesn't seem physically bothered with his overgrown hair. “Here take one of these” you reach your hand out as far as you can to give Eddie a rubber band, “no that's gonna make my hair look bad at the beach, no girl is gonna want me with my hair up, why else do you think I grow it out!” Eddie replies back while pushing your hand away from his direction to deny your offer. “Well no woman is gonna like your hair being a mess while looking like you haven't showered in weeks” you say to Eddie while moving your hand back to his direction while also trying to dodge your arm from hitting any of the kids heads. Eddie finally took up on your offer and snatched it out of your hand while pouting a little and mocking you under his breath,

“That's true, honestly man, what conditioner do you use cause Jesus, that thing is a bird nest!” Steve butts in the conversation while looking at Eddie through the rear view mirror, “Clubman but that's cause it's always on clearance so I work with what I can get” Eddie moves his head as he talks to Steve to show that he's trying to give him attitude, “that's why, you should use the one that Steve uses, he uses this shampoo called Fa- HEY!” Your sentence was rudely cut off due to Lucas pushing himself through the little gap between you and Steve to get the bag full of snacks that sat on your lap, “sorry excuse me” Lucas says before he sits back down and opens the bag for Dustin and Max to see and grab what they want. “Hey no no no half of those are robins and Eddie's, don't eat them�� Steve tries to stop the kids from eating what's not theirs, “yea guys, half of those are mine come on!” Robin says while trying to see and check that none of the kids take her candy, “y/n! Get your kids, they're practically robbing me!” Eddie screams out to you while trying to grab any candy from Dustin's hands.

“Hey, give me the bag”. “Okay just give me a second”. “Guys give her the bag!”. “That one's mine STOP EATING IT!”. “Let me have one!” chaos broke loose over candy, everyone was screaming and talking to each other at the same time, Eddie and Robin were moving in their seats to get a closer chance of getting their candy back from the greedy kids, Mike, El and Will were complaining about Robin and Eddie hitting their heads with their grabby arms and hands while you were yelling at max, Lucas, and Dustin for not listening to Steve and the other 2 adults while also trying to prevent them from eating more candy. Steve wasn't sure if he liked the commotion, he sure didn't like it while driving but he knew that it wouldn't be a perfect road trip without an argument breaking out over something little such as candy.

“OH WOW LOOK AT THAT WE'RE HERE!”

Steve says loudly which grabs everyone's attention, that one sentence has everyone go quiet and look out the windows. Hawkins was the most boring town known, I mean any new folks only go there for a bathroom break to Disneyland so something as basic as the beach was thrilling to everyone including you and Steve.The moment of calmness and quietness was soon over when Dustin and Max opened their side doors to run out. “Woah woah hey guys hold on!” Steve says frantically in hopes of slowing down everyone from getting out of the car, but no one listened to him instead they just kept getting out of the car until it was just you and Steve left, “they never listen to me” Steve sighs and unbuckles his seat belt to get out, he then goes to your side of the car and opens to door for you and help you carry anything that you needed help with. The kids seemed to have found a perfect spot that was not too far from the water but not too close.

you and Steve watch everyone set their towels down onto the sand from afar, “you know what Max told me” you say to Steve to start up a conversation, “if it has something to do with my bathing suit then dont bother, her and lucas already made fun of me enough” Steve says while moving his left arm (since his right hand is dragging along a cooler filled with refreshing drinks) around to make awareness to himself that his swim suit is a joke to the kids, “what? No….well..” you look Steve up and down

“Okay maybe your bathing suit is a little funny” you giggle at Steve which causes him to laugh as well, “no but max told me that she always wanted to go to the beach since coming to Hawkins cause that's the only thing that reminds her of California” you say while squinting your eyes a little to look up at Steve, “is that why you planned this trip? To make Max happy?” Steve questions you, “I want her to feel at home in Hawkins, and with us since we're basically the only ones she has left” you respond back as you watch Max and Robin move Lucas's and Mike's towels and replace it with theirs.

“You know she looks up to you right?” Steve breaks your stare from Max and Robin and you turn to him, “she also looks up to you too, she told me she sees you as her older brother” you look at Steve to see him smile. Steve is an only child (it's pretty obvious) so for him to hear that he's an older brother to someone's eyes, it makes his heart jump from excitement, “they're annoying and all but I still love them you know”

“What purpose would we serve if we don't become role models to these knuckleheads” you say as you gesture your head towards the group of people that you and Steve would kill for. Both of y'all finally catch up to where everyone was at, “Jesus can y'all walk any slower” Mike complains and moves to reach for the bag that hangs around your wrist but you pull your arm away before he can grab it, “hey you should be thankful I bought your stupidly expensive sunscreen, I mean who needs a specific type of sunscreen that costs more than $3!” You complain back to Mike while you dig in the bag filled with supplies in attempt of finding Mike's ‘special’ sunscreen, “I have delicate skin okay I can't help that” Mike moves his arms around dramatically, “how many times do I have to tell you, your skin isn't delicate it's all in your mind” you let out a sigh before handing Mike his bottle of sunscreen which he rudely snatches away from your hand but before he can walk off Steve hits him in the back of his head, “hey have some manners, you're only here cause El’s here so be grateful!” Steve raises his voice at Mike so that he can hear him but he was already walking away from you and Steve while rubbing his head.

After everyone got themselves situated and set all their belongings down in their own area, the kids ran into the water while Robin and Eddie moved not too far away from you and Steve to play and build with the sand. You have your bikini on and your sunglasses and right when you're about to lay down to finally enjoy the breeze, a heavy breathing and soaking wet teen runs up to you (which causes you to lift your sunglasses up to look up at him). “hey uh me and my friends wanted to know if you'd like to play volleyball with us over there” he points to a group of teenage boys standing and waiting there awkwardly, “um…no thank you I just wanna relax for today” you reject the teens offer before lowering your sunglasses down over your eyes, “okay um….” The teen stands there quietly before talking again “can I maybe get your number and we can hang out sometime?” this causes you to laugh, “Jesus dude take a hint and besides you're like 15, I'm too old for you alright so stay in school and go play with your geek friends'' you wave him off but before the teen boy can make any more comments to defend himself someone butts in, “babe do you need help with putting sunscreen on your back?” Steve makes his appearance known as he walks up to you with a sunscreen bottle in his hand, “yes please” you reply to Steve's offer before sitting up straight and giving the teen boy a smug look, “you know this kid?” Before Steve applies sunscreen onto his hand, he points a finger towards the teen who was still standing there, “oh no he was just leaving” you say and this time you wave at him in a mocking gesture, he walks off towards his friends who were laughing at him. “jesus you didn't seem to change since highschool” Steve laughs at your mockery towards the kid while rubbing sunscreen on your back, “sometimes I gotta bring the old me back you know” you mumble due to you enjoying the little message that Steve is giving you as he applies sun protection on your back.

Steve then finishes up your back and he lays flat on his stomach waiting for you to do the same gesture towards him. Yours and Steve's relationship was always equal, for Valentine's Day he'll get you something and you'll make him something, at restaurants y'all both would split the bill, when eating food you'll give half to Steve and he would give half to you. So Steve didn't have to ask you if you can put sunscreen on his back, he kinda just expected that you would and you would've expected the same for him if you were in Steve's position right now.

You straddle Steve's hips and sit on his butt. You apply sunscreen on your hand and rub them together to get the cream warm since you knew that Steve flinches and complains when you don't make any type of lotion warm before putting it onto his back. As you put pressure onto Steve's back, he starts to groan. You make sure that the sunscreen is all over his back but you didn't get off him but instead you continued massaging him. Steve deserved a massage due to always being booked and busy with work or the bills or even the kids, so you're hoping that your massage helps him feel relaxed while at the beach.

You finish massaging him after a while and once you get up from sitting on his lower back half, he slowly rises up with a face that looks like he just woke up from the best nap. “Jesus I really needed that thank you” Steve says now fully sitting up and stretching his arms, “you were looking stiff anyways so I couldn't help but loosen you up” you reply back with a teasing smile “oh God what did I just walk into?!” Eddie walks towards you and Steve with Robin following behind him, “you perv we weren't trying to sound like that” Steve gives Eddie a disgusted face for having his head in the gutter. “Yea sure hey um we're kinda hungry” Robin moves next to Eddie while swinging her arms forward and backwards, “you guys are old enough to make your own sandwich” you tell both Robin and Eddie while gesturing towards the bag and cooler filled with enough supplies to make a sandwich, “oh but I bet if we were any of your scrawny kids then you would've made us a sandwich” eddie replies back to you while pointing towards the kids and moving his head in a sassy way, you look to where eddie was pointing and see all the kids walk out of the water and head towards y'all.

“Oh look what you did now, you summoned them” Steve shakes his head as he watches the group of soaked kids walk to y'all, “I guess I'm making sandwiches” you sigh before getting up and setting everything that you needed up onto a table (that Eddie brought). “Y/n we're hungry”. “Can we eat the sandwiches now?”. “Y/n can you make me a sandwich!?”. “Oh can you make me one too please!?” The kids were now bugging you like you were their mom's and you're already used to their constant complaining and bickering so you did what every ‘mom’ would do, “alright everyone line up no cutting- HEY Eddie, I said no cutting get to the back!” You kept clapping your hands together to have the kids move faster while forming a line. As every kid came up with a towel wrapped around themselves while standing in a single file line, Steve was getting their drinks and chips ready for them to take and sit down. “Can I have mine with no mayonnaise please”. “Yea I know, no mayonnaise and no pickles” you say as you just add ham and cheese to Will's sandwich, “i want mine with no cheese and no mustard?”. “That's how you ask?”. “Oh can I please have no cheese and no mustard” you already had the sandwich set up and you give it to Mike but not after mocking his cranky face as he walks off. Everyone (including you and Steve) were now sitting down and eating y'all's sandwich with chips. “Ooo you know what sounds good right now?” Robin turns towards you, “what?”. “Watermelon” Robin says with an excited tone and smile, “I think we have one in the car, do we have one in the back of the car babe?” You then turn towards Steve who was eating his sandwich and zoning out, “huh?”. “Don't we have the watermelon in the back of the car?” You tell Steve twice knowing that he isn't the quickest thinker, “oh uh….I don't know, you want me to check?” Steve starts getting ready to walk to the car, “no no sit down, Hey Dustin”. “Yea?” Dustin responds to you calling his name (since he was the first one done eating), “can you do me a favor and check if we have watermelon in the back of the car please” you say with a cheeky smile, it was a smile that looked so nice and innocent and hard to say no to.

“....fine” Dustin lets out a sigh before throwing away his bag of chips and heading towards the car. Everyone goes back to their conversation while finishing up their sandwiches, “isn't your birthday coming up?” Max asks you, “oh yea next month” you say while nodding your head, “oh my God we should totally have a girl's night” El tells you and you just widen your eyes at her idea. You didn't have any sisters and you never had a girl's night so the idea excites you mostly when you're going to spend it with people who you dearly love. “I never had one, what would we do?” You say now fully engaged into the idea of a girl's night, “wait you never had one!?” Robin's face was fully shocked, “no why is that bad?” You say with curiosity, “oh no no that's not bad it's just that I thought you had one before, I mean what about all the girls you hung out with in highschool? You never had one with them?” Robin questions you due to the shock of you never having a day out with only girls, “no not really, I mean we would all hang out but they're boyfriends would be around so does that count?” You question the girls again. “no that's called a hang out, we're talking about a girl's night with no one else but us girls.” Max clarifies for you, “yea that means not talking about boys, no calling boys, and definitely no boys being invited” Robin says while eyeing Steve who was listening and watching y'all's conversation, “but I'm acceptable right?” No one answered Steve's question, not even you. “If you go then you're gonna hog y/n away and it'll just be me, max, and Robin” El was the only one that answered Steve's question, “I won't-” Steve couldn't even finish his sentence without being cut off and shut down from the girls, “yea you will”. “You most definitely will”. “Yes you would” with the girls ‘attacking’ Steve he looks at you waiting for you to defend him, “....anyways, do y'all go out or do y'all just go to someone's house?” You decided that it's best not to actually reply to Steve's question but instead go back to the previous conversation. Steve's face was filled with disbelief so he chose to listen and join in on someone else's conversation. “And that when the master comes in and proves to all the other peasants who the real king is but just before he can put his foot down he-....” Eddie stops his conversation with Lucas and Mike to turn his head towards Steve, “can I help…you?” Eddie raises his eyebrows at Steve, “oh me? No I'm just listening” Steve says as he moves his hand around to show Eddie that he can continue, “you wouldn't like it, let alone understand it” Eddie tells Steve and he takes it as a sign to just not join into their conversation anymore.

Steve sat in-between the 2 groups of people and he zoned out while staring at the ocean, his trance was soon broken when he felt someone's presence sit down next to him. He turns his head expecting to see you looking at him with a warm smile but instead it was Will, the least person that he talks to. Even though Steve didn't talk to Will that much, it didn't mean that he was uncomfortable around him, it was just that he wasn't sure what they had in common. “Hey…” Will says to Steve, “hey” Steve nods his head towards Will as a gesture of saying ‘whats up’. Will tries to hand Steve a small bag of chips but he kindly declines, “no thanks man, I ate too much junk today” Steve says before turning his head towards the ocean again, “what junk? I just saw you eat a sandwich with chips and a can of coke, that's nothing” Will scoffs at Steve, “yea well I gotta keep in shape for my lady” Steve repondes back to Will while turning his view from the ocean to you laughing with El and max covering robins mouth as if Robin was gonna say something she wasn't supposed to say. “you do know that she doesn't care if you lose weight or gain weight, she'll still go home with you” Will tells Steve as he opens and starts eating the bag of chips, “yea...that's why- i don't know, sometimes I feel like she's too good for me” Steve says as he still stares at you laughing with the girls, “you know what's crazy, she told me the exact same thing” Will looks at Steve with faint smile and Steve then finally looks at Will, “she said that? She told you that?” Steve knows that you have a strong bond with all the kids so he wasn't sure why he was surprised that you would tell Will something like that.

“Oh yeah, she talks about you a lot when you're not around and it gets annoying sometimes but it's also pretty cute” Will responds in a calm tone while Steve had a face full of shock, “what else does she tell you?” Steve now being more curious leans in closer to Will, “um… I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you” Will leans back a little thinking that he said a little too much than needed, “come on man I drove you here and besides it isn't anything bad, right?” Steve became more and more curious with Will not telling him what you talk about behind his back, “umm….I think she said something about not wanting 6 kids” Will says to Steve with a sour face as he watches Steve's eyes sadden, “oh…”

“Instead she only wants 3” With Will's response this causes Steve's eyes to lighten up with joy, “really?! What else?” Steve asks Will for clarification that he heard things right, “yea and she also said she wants to get married at-” Will didn't finish his sentence due to Dustin walking towards everyone while complaining and empty handed.

“I'm not doing it next time, Jesus that's a long walk. What the hell” Dustin lets out a huff of breath before sitting back down onto the sand. With everyone's attention towards Dustin, Steve grabs Will's attention back towards him to have him finish his sentence, “when does she want to get married!?” Steve is making direct eye contact with Will in hopes that he can answer Steve's question that he's been waiting for since 2 years. “Um… she said when she's-”. “Alright everyone I'm ready to go, it's starting to look a little cloudy!” you scream out to everyone so they can start packing their stuff up and heading back to the car. Will was quick to get up and away from Steve due to the pressure that he got from wanting to answer a basic question that was so important to Steve. This led to Steve sitting there in disbelief and a little bit of frustration, “babe come on help me with the bags please” you call Steve over to you, “yea Steve actually do something” max laughed at Lucas's statement since steve was in fact the only one not doing anything but Steve didn't find anything funny so he threw them both a glare which causes them both to laugh even harder. “Hey cut it out guys but seriously babe, help me out” you tell the kids and Steve while you grunt out of struggle of trying to hold all the bags in one, this causes Steve to move and help you.

With the help from everyone, things got put away quicker than expected, “wipe your feet'' Steve tells Dustin before he even steps a foot in the car, but Dustin being annoyed that he had to walk back and forth to the car, he decided to wipe his feet in the car while making eye contact to Steve. “On the outside not the inside!” Steve screams at Dustin before shoving his head in the car since he's already tired and worn out. Steve pulls out of the beach area and starts heading home, of course the kids (including Robin and Eddie) are going to freshen and clean themselves up at yours and Steve's house and if Steve's feeling chill then he'll even let them spend a night.

Everyone wasn't talking as loud as they were before, Mike and El are falling asleep on each other, Robin and Eddie are looking and daydreaming out the window, Max and Lucas are talking to each other, and Will and Dustin are jamming out to the music that was playing on the radio. With no one talking and everyone being in their own world Steve thought it would be the perfect time to bring up his unanswered question. “Um…you know a little birdie told me that you plan on having 3 kids, is that true?” Steve looks from the road to you back and forth just so he can see your reaction, “is that so? What else did this little birdie tell you?” You look at Steve while raising your eyebrows at him in a mocking way. Steve is a very curious person, he feels the need to know something even if it does change or affect him in any way and you've grown to get used to it mostly since in highschool he would constantly want to know who you would go on dates with. “Well the little birdie WAS going to tell me when you want to get married and I'm just curious cause you know I get like that…when do you actually want to get married?” Steve emphasizes the word ‘was’ and he looks at you now even more anxious to hear any sort of answer to his desperate question, “you really wanna know?” You still look at Steve while loving the way he looks back and forth from the road to you while also nodding his head frantically, it just shows that he really really REALLY wants to know. “Well I want to get married when I'm….” You look at Steve and before you can answer his question someone screams from the top of their lungs from the back of the car.

“I LEFT MY SANDALS!”

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Pls send requests on anything, thank you and I hope you enjoyed

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #joe keery x reader #stranger things #dustin henderson #eleven hopper #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #mike wheeler #robin buckley #eddie munson #will byers #stanger things imagine

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straykidsholicleigh · 4 months

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you having a wolfcut

a/n: I actually wrote this on my notes app I just copy pasted it lol. hope ya enjoy !!

Bang Chan ~

I see Chan as a person who's very open minded so when he sees you have a wolfcut he thinks it's pretty fucking lit. He will always compliment you and run his hands through your hair occasionally. If you have a tomboyish style, even better. Practically drools over you if you bleach it lol 😂.

Lee Know ~

Depending on his reaction to Hyunjin cutting his hair I don't think he'll think much off it. If you like it, he likes it. He doesn't really care, in his eyes you look beautiful in anything. You could be bald and he'd still think your the most beautiful girl in the world 😭😭.

Changbin ~

Error 101. He didn't recognize you AT ALL. He was like “who are you? what have you done with my girlfriend?” ofc it was a joke he really loves your hair don't worry. His flirting increases a lot. He'll say something like “are you a snack? Cause id totally eat you 😉” And your just like 🧍‍♀️

Hyunjin ~

WE CAN BE MATCHING, WE CAN BE- That was literally his first thought. You got a wolfcut similar to his in Noeasy era so he was overjoyed. He jumped up and down and he kept shooting you compliments which made you blush ofc~~ And if you dye it a color? He's head over heels in love with you. Let's you use his shampoo and conditioner and if your hair starts growing back, he's sulky but that's it.

HAN ~

He was not fazed 😭 He was like "Oh cool, you look hot babe.” You think he'd let you go to work in the morning without fucking you into the mattress? No. He honestly thinks you look hot. Takes pictures of you and "shows you off" on Instagram and public. Gate keeps some pictures because he doesn't want anyone to steal you from him. "Don't grow your hair back." Grow it back.

Felix ~

Head over heels in love with you. Would not leave your hair alone like 🧍‍♀️Constantly wants to do hairstyles for you even though you can't do much with it. Tries braiding it anD FAILS. Console him 😞🤚. Overall, he just really loves your hair and probably wants to match with you 🤭.

Seungmin ~

Again, didn't think much of it. He thinks you look cute and more like a kid now that you have shorter hair. He probably won't show it but secretly he thinks you look beautiful with your new hair, and you know it. There times when you know he like it and you can tell by his smile. You often tease him and he always denies but you know you know 😌.

I.N ~

MY BOY ALMOST CRIED OF PURE HAPPINESS 💀 You know how he's a huge fan of Hyunjin's long hair? Similar with you but he likes your wolfcut more because he can tease you and tell you that you look like Hyunjin Hyung 🤭🤭. He too had long hair during this time (blonde hair jeongin during World Tour 2022) so he was overjoyed because you guys matched, and to make it better you bleached it blonde 😍.

#skz reaction to you #stray kids #hyunjin #lee know #changbin #han jisung #jeongin #felix #seungmin #kpop #wolfcut #skz #stray kids x reader

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googleincognitomode · 2 months

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thg headcanons:

(Trigger warning for phobia, trauma and psychological mentionings)

the Hawthornes have a family song/lullaby: the “I love you song” ( Frankie Valley LOVE song). It all started out with mr h and hazelle having a dance to the song, and then gales dad just starts sing to hazelle and his kids to ‘brighten up their lives’. Gale n hazelle continues on the song to sing the kids to sleep, cuz it is a sweet thing that makes them think of the good times before the chaos.

katniss uses unscented shampoo and conditioners. she hates the reminder of it’s artificial, unrealistic, inauthenticity— like the Capitol. By being unscented and not having any connection to the Capitol, katniss allows herself to be free and unbranded. peeta always uses fresh or sweeter scents: maybe like mint and chamomile. But he ends up smelling like backed good at the end of the day

haymitch is Madge’s godfather like figure. he is close to her mother, due to being connected to mayslee. cuz of this, the undersees trust him a lot and have so much faith with him. he even cares a lot for Madge too, wanting what’s good for her.

Johanna, from the hjacking, developed a phobia of any form of water. cuz of that, she couldn’t take a proper shower or bath for a good couple of years, and won’t visit district 4 (also the pain of losing a close friend). she would clean herself with watered rags and wipe her body clean. she also cuts her hair short, never too short, but short and asks Annie to wash her hair for her— which she always does and hold her hands telling her she’s okay.

To add on, I think Katniss develops on onset phobia of needles. After all the trauma and abuse she got from the capital and the revolution, she hates the idea of needles, cus it just trigger her fight-or-flight reaction to protecting herself. Especially all the episodes of being unconscious, drugged up or injuries beyond repair.

Annie, I think, would want to become a psychologist, or something incredibly similar in the future. She learns to become better and helps other with similar situations to improve themselves to become more at ease. She specifies in trauma/addiction and childhood psychotherapy.

The mellarks adopt another cat and name it dandelion. Similar to the flower/plant motive of the Everdeens name, but also cause it reminds katniss of peeta. Dandelion, the cat, would be blonde with white in it. And it would be always there at the corner of katniss’ eye

Finnick has a massive book collection and poetry collection at his place. Him, Mags and Annie all have a ‘Book Club’ group and talk to each other

Finnick can’t sing anything other than sea-ship songs. Like those old-times pirate/ sea songs. He also sways a little when he stands too still for too long— an old habit that died hard from his youth his his dad owning a boat. Annie smtimes joins him w his singing, and mags too

#hungergames #everlark #peeta mellark #gale hawthorne #katniss everdeen #post mockingjay #madge undersee #annie cresta #finnick odair #johanna mason #haymitch abernathy #the hunger games #hunger games #headcanons #headcanon

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floshoe · 10 months

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If requests are open since flo has a pink buzzcut I imagine that R and Flo were in a hotel room and R was dyeing her hair and helping her with it and it’s just really cute and fluffy (BUT DID YOU SEE HER AT THE F1 RACE)

a/n: YES, HOLY SHIT MY JAW DROPPED (cue the profile pic change). I was thinking about writing something about it, but I couldn't think of anything so, thank you!

When Florence shaved her head, it's safe to say you were shocked. You were going to miss her hair, but she pulled off the buzz cut flawlessly.

It was only a few weeks later when she came to you talking about wanting to dye her hair again before the Valentino event.

"What do you think about this color?" Florence lifted her phone to show you a bright orange hair color. You raised your eyebrows at her, and she giggled, "I'm just kidding, what about this?" Shows you a calmer light pink color.

"I love it." Later that day the two of you leave the hotel room and go on the hunt for some hair dye.

"How do you really feel about the buzz cut?" Florence asks, she loves it, but she's still been a little worried about you not liking it.

"I was shocked at first, obviously, but you look amazing with any hairstyle Flo," you tell her honestly. She smiles and nods before smirking.

"So, what would you do if I went bald?"

You just looked at her from the corner of your eyes and didn't respond. Her jaw drops in false offense. "So not any hairstyle then."

"If you're bald it's not a hairstyle, honey," you tease, and she smacks your arm as you park your car. You both laugh before getting out of the car and hold hands as you walk into the store.

About an hour later you're back in the room and ready to start the dying process. "If it turns out terribly it's your fault for trusting me."

"I'm sure you'll do great," and Florence sits down in the chair you put in front of the bathroom mirror with a towel on her shoulders. Both of you had bought some cheap clothes at the store so you didn't ruin any of your clothes.

You put on the gloves that came with the hair dye and read the instructions three times before mixing the correct things together to create the color. "Love, it's going to be fine, it's okay if it's not perfect."

"Yeah, like your fans would be happy if I messed up your hair," you joke.

She shrugs her shoulders, and you squeeze some of the dye onto your gloved hand. "You ready?" You look at her in the mirror. She nods with a bright smile, and you get to it.

You rub the edges of her hair to get the color on them, you see Florence shiver at the temperature of the dye, and you giggle.

"What's so funny back there," she smirks.

"Nothing," you shake your head.

"Mhm," she nods and relaxes under your touch since you're kind of massaging her head. After you finished putting the dye in her hair, you're supposed to let it sit for about 20 minutes.

While you're waiting, Florence talks about the F1 race she's going to, "I'm so excited, I get to wave a flag too!"

"That's awesome!" You're so glad that she's getting to get to do so many fun things.

While you're cleaning everything up before you have to wash her hair, you don't notice Florence putting on an extra glove on and squeezing some onto her hand. The next thing you knew you felt a cold hand on your arm.

You turn around and see her laughing her ass off she saw the shocked look on your face. "Florence!" you exclaim in shock.

"What it's only a little bit," she teases.

You glare at her with no malice, you look at your arm and see a Flo sized handprint on your arm. You shake your head and smile, you try to wash it off, but there's still some left. "Something to remind you of me."

You smile and hear the timer go off, you turn it off and pull your girlfriend over to the shower, you lean her over as to not get the dye all over her and turn her pink and wash her hair with the provided shampoo and conditioner.

After all that is set and done, you clean the bathroom and go back into the bedroom and see Florence looking at her hair in the mirror on the desk.

"I love it," her smile is so bright is melts your heart. "Thank you so much darling." She walks over to you and kisses your lips. You smile against her lips and hold her close. "Anytime."

And after the Valentino event watching her fans, reactions to her new hair color was the best part.

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I know you just requested this, but I was too excited to wait for it, I loved writing it.

And I used my experience from the past 3 years of dying my hair myself to help write this. Little fun fact about me, in 2017 I wanted to dye my hair blue and since we did it at home it didn't go well, and when I washed my hair/got in the shower I turned my entire body and shower blue, so, don't do that! <3

#florence pugh #florence pugh fluff #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh imagine

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mynameismckenziemae · 4 months

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She’s a Fire-Chapter XXI

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: smut 18+ MDNI, p in v, fluff, weddings, drunk Bradley, idk probably more.

“Row, time to wake up,” Sunny whispers, rubbing your back.

“Time is it?” You yawn.

“Just after 7. Nat wants us to be there around 8:30.”

You nod and slide out of bed from under Bradley’s arm.

“Mind if Bob stays in here? If I wake him up to move he won’t go back to sleep,” Sunny murmurs.

“Yeah, of course,” you reply.

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A few minutes later, their voices filter through the cracked door before Bradley steps into the walk-in shower behind you.

“Morning,” you smile as you tip your head back, rinsing the shampoo out.

His hand reaches out, fingers brush over the clean strands. “Do you think our kids will have your red hair?” He asks, brows furrowed.

Your heart skips a beat. “Maybe?”

“I hope so. They’ll be so beautiful, just like their mama.” He murmurs, leaning forward to brush his lips over yours.

“They’ll be beautiful if they look like their dad too,” you say when you pull back from his kiss. “What’s got you thinking about kids?”

“I don’t know really, probably from talking to Dani yesterday,” he replies, turning you around and putting conditioner in your hair.

Nat’s sister, Dani (short for Danielle) is 31 weeks pregnant. She’s adorable and looks like she stuffed a basketball under her shirt.

“I hope I look as good as her when I’m pregnant. She’s got that perfect round bump.”

“You will.” He assures you as he rinses the conditioner out.

“Yeah? Promise you’ll still love me if my ankles swell and I’m covered in stretch marks?” You joke, but Bradley can sense a hint of vulnerability.

“I promise,” he replies, turning your head to look you in the eye. “I can’t keep my hands off you now, it’s going to get so much worse when your belly is round from my baby. I’ll rub your swollen ankles, and massage that coconut lotion shit on any stretch mark you might get. I love your body, Rowan. Now, pregnant, postpartum, in 30 years, always…because I love you.”

You blink back the unexpected tears that have sprung to your eyes and wrap your arms behind his neck, rising to your tiptoes for a kiss.

Walking him back a few steps to the shower bench, you sink down and start to ride him at a slow but steady pace.

He whispers praises and tells you everything he loves about you and your body as you make love.

Soon your legs are shaking and all it takes is a brush of his fingers over your clit for you to fall over the edge. He groans as your pussy milks his cock from your orgasm and before you catch your breath, he rises, carrying you as he walks to the other side of the shower.

The spray falls down his back as he fucks you against the wall with deep thrusts, chasing his own release. “C’mon, Row. Get there again,” he grits out as his hips start to stutter.

Strangled moans escape as he tries to hold off but he fails. “Fuckkkkkk,” he whines as he cums, but the grinding of pubic bone against your clit sets you off. You bite his shoulder as the pleasure crashes over you. He shivers, on the knife’s edge of overstimulation when you clench around him rhythmically.

“I love you too, Bradley,” you pant against his shoulder.

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“Sorry we’re late, the line at Starbucks was 7 cars long,” Sunny says as she pushes the door open with her foot, arms full.

“You’re fine, it’s only 8:42,” Nat replies with a smile, taking a coffee from you. “Thank you for getting it. Apparently, it was too much for Emma.”

You roll your eyes when you see her sleeping form on one of the couches. “No problem. How are you doing?” You ask.

“Good, actually. Not feeling stressed at all…probably because I woke up to Jake going down on me,” she laughs, “his mom was knocking though before I could repay the favor. He’s gonna have blue balls all day.”

“Oh, Jake. You’ll just have to make it up to him tonight,” Sunny wiggles her brows.

“I plan to,” Nat winks, “several times.”

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An hour later you’re on the couch by Dani, watching Nat get her hair done, when she inhales sharply.

“You okay?” You ask, “Do you need water or something to eat?”

“Oh no, I’m good, thank you though. She’s just kicking up a storm.” She smiles, rubbing a hand over her stomach. “Wanna feel?”

“Sure, if you don’t mind?” You never got to feel Carter kicking because Alyssa's placenta was anterior and you didn’t get to see her as much as you wanted in her final trimester.

“Not at all!” She says, taking your hand and placing it on her stomach. “Right…there! Did you feel it?”

You grin when you feel the motion under your palm. “Yes…that’s amazing! What does it feel like to you?”

“At first it was just faint flutters, like butterflies. Now it feels like there’s an alien in there; it’s the weirdest, best feeling,” she laughs.

“I believe it.” You reply in awe.

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You touch up your makeup and make sure you have extra tissues in your purse before heading to the ceremony. Natasha looks absolutely stunning and you can’t wait to see Jake’s reaction.

Pete and Penny saved a seat for you and a few minutes later, the music starts.

Your heart flutters when you spot Bradley, who winks as he walks past.

Natasha’s mom rises as the doors open, and everyone follows suit. Tears stream down Jake’s face as Nat walks toward him with her dad, beaming.

You manage to keep your tears pretty well contained until the vows. Jake's voice cracks as he talks about almost losing her last year and there’s not a dry eye in the house.

Not long after the minister announces them.

“It is with great honor and happy privilege to introduce to you Mr. and Mrs. Seresin!”

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Bradley’s eyes catch yours as he makes his way to you in the reception hall.

“Hey, handsome. I was right, you look amazing in a suit,” you greet him as your eyes do a once-over.

“Thanks, and you…you look beautiful, wow,” he murmurs with a kiss on your cheek. “Sorry, but I’ve gotta go take pictures with the wedding party, it shouldn’t be too long though.”

“It’s okay, I’ll see ya after.”

He squeezes your butt as he brushes past you.

They unfortunately don’t get back from pictures until dinner time, but after the speeches and cake, Bradley is freed from his duties as a groomsman.

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He holds you from behind and hums along as you watch them sway to their song, ‘Then’ by Brad Paisley.

“I remember, trying not to stare, the night that I first met you

You had me mesmerized

And three weeks later, in the front porch light

Taking forty-five minutes to kiss goodnight

I hadn't told you yet

But I thought I loved you then”

Nat had told you girls this morning how the song came out right around the time they met at flight school. Jake thought of her the first time he heard it, which is funny because she couldn’t stand him at the time.

The party starts once their dance is over and the next few hours pass quickly in an alcohol-fueled haze.

Before you know it, the DJ announces the last song of the night.

“Aww!” Sunny groans dramatically from the table she’s dancing on and Bob helps her down as the remaining couples congregate on the floor to dance to Tim McGraw’s ‘My Best Friend.’

Bradley comes back from the bathroom missing his coat and shirt, but his tie is still loosely hanging around his neck.

“C’mon, we gotta dance,” he says, holding his hand out as he sways a little drunkenly. “You’re my best friend Row, you know that?”

You laugh before you place a kiss on his lips. “You’re mine too.”

“I just can’t wait to marry you. Can we get married in Colorado? Around Christmas in the snow? It’s so pretty there…you’re so pretty.” He murmurs, kissing you.

“That sounds perfect,” you smile. Even though he’s inebriated, there’s truth in those words.

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“Hey! No making babies tonight, you guys. Not yet. Gotta wait until me and Bob…and Sun and Row get married first, so we have them all at the same time.” Bradley slurs, pointing at Jake and Nat as they head to their room, opting to stay in the hotel for their wedding night.

Sunny nods eagerly in agreement, eyes glassy as she’s nearly in the same state as Bradley.

“Alright Bradshaw, no babies tonight,” Jake laughs, patting him on the shoulder.

“Promise?” He squints at Nat.

“We promise,” Nat agrees, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

“Let’s get you to bed,” you say, steering him in the direction of your room. Bob’s slightly ahead, struggling with Sunny who’s attempting to unzip her dress. Who gave her tequila?

“Okay, okay. Have fun fucking!” He throws an arm up in an attempt to wave.

You shush him with a laugh and get him in your room a few minutes later.

He flops on the closest bed with a groan. “Wa—wait, I don’t want the cum bed. Help me up?”

“The what?” You ask as you pull off his shoes.

“The cum bed…you know? This is where we all had sex last night. There’s jizz everywhere,” he whisper-yells.

You can’t help but laugh. “They changed the bedding, babe. It’s okay.”

“‘s gross,” he huffs, then sighs. “Sleep here with me?”

“Yeah, just let me change quick.” You reply, unzipping your dress and heading to the bathroom.

But when you come out a few minutes later, he’s fast asleep, spread out like a starfish on the top of the covers.

You roll your eyes with a smile, pulling the comforter from the other bed and tugging it over you both. The steady beat of his heart under your ear quickly lulls you to sleep too.

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A/N: Sorry again about the wait for this chapter. This week was hell, I cried the entire drive home from work (I deleted my post about what happened because I’m paranoid lol, but seriously—found out today that the disgruntled employee is trying to take legal action against the organization I work for and guess who’ll get summoned 😒)

Anywho, fun fact—‘Then’ is me and my husband’s song. It came out right when we started dating and it was our first dance song at our wedding 3 years later (to the day of our dating anniversary). So fluffy 🤢 😂

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roxygen22 · 30 days

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Still Here (Chapter 3)

Summary: You have a chance to catch up with Timothée over lunch.

Catch up on previous chapters here.

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You didn't have to wait long to see Timothée again. You crossed paths at the pharmacy three days later, where you were shopping for toiletries and other sundries for you and Madison. There was something oddly...final...about buying full-size shampoos and conditioners, instead of the travel-size bottles you packed in California. Like you had finally accepted that you would be here for a while.

You spotted Timothée's distinguishable curly dark hair over on the next aisle. Your heart stuttered. You had hoped not to run into anyone you knew, especially someone with whom you shared a complicated past. Who was I kidding? This isn't a crowded Target in Cali where you can just blend in. You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Should I say hello? Should I put down my stuff and come back later? [Y/N], stop it. You can't run away from this. It's a small town, and you are here for the foreseeable future. May as well embrace it. Besides, it may be nice to have a friend again, if he's willing after things ended.

You looked up at the signage above to see what was there. You didn't want to embarrass him if he was shopping for something...personal. Ah, shaving accessories. Nothing embarrassing about that. You smiled, briefly reminiscing how the boy you knew could never grow a full beard despite how desperately he wanted to.

You worked up the courage to go say hello. You intentionally came up behind him as payback for startling you earlier in the grocery store. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you were stalking me, Timothée Chalamet."

He quickly spun around, initially looking over your head before looking down to meet your eyes. His big, lopsided grin sent your heart into palpitations again, just as it did over a decade ago. "Well well well, I could say the same about you, [Y/N] [maiden name], or, umm, I guess it isn't [maiden name] anymore," he fumbled and grimaced.

"It is. I'm divorced," you forced out. You still weren't used to saying it out loud. You watched as a whole range of emotions swept over his face before landing on sad, pitying look.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I wondered if that may be the case when you said you moved back in with your folks. You know, I run into your mother from time to time in town. It was through her that I knew you had gotten married and had a baby. She was always happy to show off pictures." He paused to chuckle. "But she didn't say anything about the, uh..." He gestured awkwardly with his hands.

"Yeah, well, my parents aren't big fans of the d-word. It was a very recent development, too, one they have not yet come to embrace despite not being big fans of Michael." You suddenly found your sneakers very interesting, unable to make eye contact with Timothée.

"Well, hey, I'm just here to grab my dad's meds. I was thinking about swinging by the diner to grab a bite to eat before driving back. Would you like to join me?"

"Uh, sure. Maddy is hanging out with my parents and they aren't expecting me back immediately. Might be nice to have adult conversation again." You chuckled. The two of you paid for your items and walked across the street to the restaurant.

Timothée, ever the gentleman, opened the door for you. Everyone looked up at the sound of the metal bells hitting the glass. Whispers started floating around as soon as you stepped foot inside.

"Is that [Y/N] [L/N]?' "I thought she was in California." "Maybe she's just visiting her family?"

You ducked your head as you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. You followed Timothée to a table in the corner and sat with your back to the rest of the diner, not wanting to see the curious looks. It was somewhat reassuring, though, to know that you still bore enough resemblance to your former self that people recognized you. You hardly recognized yourself in the mirror anymore.

Right as you got settled in your seat, you heard footsteps stop beside you. You raised your head to see that your server was also someone you knew from high school, Amanda. You smiled and softly said hello.

"They said it was you, but I didn't believe them. How are you doing, honey? Where is that baby of yours? Your mom hasn't been by lately to show off any pictures." Only after her barrage of questions did she look across the table. "Hey, Timothée."

"Hey, Mandy," he replied quietly.

"Oh, she's hanging out with my parents while I did some shopping. She's not a baby anymore, though." You pulled out your phone to show Amanda a recent photo.

"She looks just like you, [Y/N]! And they are always babies, no matter how old they get. How old is she? Looks about 9 or 10. I have a 12 year old, almost 13. Practically a teenager!" Amanda pulled her phone out of her apron to show you her lock screen.

"He's very handsome," you offered with a friendly smile.

"How long are you in town for?" she asked.

"Uh, well, I'm not sure. However long it takes to get back on my feet. I recently got divorced, so I am trying to figure out what's next," you replied solemnly as you traced the patterns on the paisley tablecloth with your finger. You were trying (and probably failing) not to give away how incredibly overwhelmed you were feeling. You were grateful when Timothée interrupted the exchange.

"Hey, Mandy, what's the special today?"

"Oh, of course! You are here for a reason, after all. I was so eager to see if it was really [Y/N] that I forgot the menus. I'll be right back." She patted your shoulder before retreating. She returned as quickly as you could mouth "thank you" to him.

The two of you silently scanned the menu and then placed your orders. As you waited on the food, you easily fell into conversation about high school, then your time in California. You had forgotten how easy it was to talk to Timothée. You gleefully showed him pictures on your phone of your favorite landmarks and landscapes until you accidentally swiped to a photo of you, Madison, and Michael together at one of the national parks. The reminders of the fleeting happy times were painful.

Sensing the shift, Timothée grabbed your hand. You felt lightning surge throughout your body from his touch. He squeezed once and then let go just as quickly when he spotted Amanda heading to your table with your orders. You looked up and saw the smirk on her face as she eyed the two of you.

"Enjoy! I'll come back to check on you in a bit."

You turned to look at Timothée. "You know we are going to be the hot gossip for at least the next week, right?" you said playfully.

"Let them talk. There are worse rumors than being spotted with you." He cleared his throat, then popped a French fry in his mouth. "So, was there anything you missed about Tennessee?"

You, you thought automatically. "I eventually came to miss how much simpler things feel here. How life slows down in the woods and the mountains. In LA, everyone is always in a hurry. There is so much traffic. There were so many people, yet it was so lonely. Michael was really my only friend there." You went on, and Timothée listened intently as you provided a high-level retelling of what brought you back.

"...and so I packed up our clothes and a few belongings and drove out here. I got into town about two weeks ago and have been laying low with my tail between my legs." You stared down at your now empty plate in shame.

"Does he stay in touch with Madison?"

"No. He barely saw her after we separated, and he hasn't reached out since we left the state. But she's convinced that he's going to send for her to come live with him once he's settled in his new house in Sacramento with his girlfriend."

He shook his head. "You deserve better than that. SHE deserves better than that." You detected a hint of anger and disgust in his tone.

"Yeah, well, unfortunately, we are both paying the price for my poor decision-making." Your voice was thick with remorse. "She doesn't deserve to pay for my mistakes."

"[Y/N], you can't do that to yourself. You were young. All you can do is make the best of now." Amanda came by and set the check down on the table. You were grateful for her timing because you weren't sure what to say next. Your fingers brushed his as you both reached for the ticket.

"Please, let me get this," he said assertively. "I invited you to join me, remember?" He slid his credit card and the check over to Amanda, whose face was all grin. People were definitely going to hear about this.

You narrowed your eyes with playful scorn. "Fine, as long as you let me get it next time," you rebutted before fully thinking it through.

"Next time, eh?" His eyes lit up as he cocked his head to the side.

You blushed. Whoops. "Umm, yeah, next time. All we talked about was me today. We didn't even get to what you have been up to for the past 10+ years!"

"Fair enough, though that won't take long to tell," Timothée shrugged and signed the receipt after Amanda returned. You both stood and walked out the door to make your way back to the pharmacy parking lot.

"You still have the same truck!" you exclaimed. You jogged the rest of the way and ran your fingers across the emblem on the front. You and he made a lot of...memories...in that truck.

"Yep. Restoring her became somewhat of a hobby when I came back from Texas."

"Texas?" You never knew he left town. From what you remembered, he had never planned on going anywhere, especially not that far.

"A story for another day. Next time, remember?" he smirked.

"Well, maybe we should actually make plans for a next time instead of just hoping we run into each other in town. Here." You handed Timothée your phone. "Plug in your number so we can chat."

This time it was his turn to blush. He took the device from you and called himself. "So I can save your number as well," he offered.

You recognized the digits when you had your phone back in hand. "You never changed your number."

"If it ain't broke, don't fix it."

You laughed softly. "Fair enough."

"Well, I better get going. It was good to see you again, [Y/N]."

Timothée opened his arms for a hug, which you reciprocated. For a moment, all was right in the world with your head on his chest. I missed this. But I can't want this right now, you lectured yourself. You stepped back and gave him space to get into his truck. He rolled down his window to say goodbye once more.

"Tell your folks I said hello, please," you called out over the noise of the engine. His smile fell just briefly.

"You do the same."

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Chapter 4

Masterlist

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joshsbimbo · 4 months

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christmas special

part 2

pairings: top! josh futterman x power bottom! fem! reader

warnings: shower sex idk, ur a retail worker, trying really hard to be up to ur interpretation but it’s HARD, whimpering meow, part two is more christmas themed, i’m sorry if you don’t celebrate christmas

a/n: was supposed to be one part and NOT 1.2k words but i got distracted. the original ploy was supposed to be part two (which i’m posting tmr!! muah!)

♡ holidays were the worst for retail workers. rude customers ignore their pleas or push past them aggressively. josh knew it all, not because he worked as one, but because you did. the night of black friday, you came home and dropped into his arms. he massaged your sore body as you ranted about your day of ed sheeran blasting throughout the store, kids sobbing and throwing tantrums, items on the floor, working overtime, not being able to sit down, and how much your boss sucked ESPECIALLY on black friday.

♡ it was the week of christmas, and you were dreading every single day. hugging josh for extra long in bed, pushing into him like a needy cat. mumbling against his skin as you pecked it, "i don't wanna go.."

♡ "i know, baby. i promise when you come back, you’ll get to unwrap your presents, we’ll make cookies and.." he whispered.

♡ your heart dropped, "it's christmas already? fuck.." you buried your face into his chest, mentally cursing yourself out. "i've been so caught up in work that.. fuck, fuck.. i didn’t get any gifts.."

♡ 'it's okay, baby. i understand.." he kisses your skin softly.

♡ "no.. no it's no-" your alarm to get ready for work goes off, and you sink into his touch even more.

♡ "i love you, baby. don't worry, just focus on yourself." he kisses your lips softly, the mint from his toothpaste still very strong.

♡ you groan as he gently lifts you up, you sit there as he starts the shower. he brings all your favorite products as well, like your lotion, and other products you use. when you walked in, his waist had a towel hanging from it, and a big smile on his face.

♡ "i thought this would be nicer than showering by yourself.." he mumbled before covering his face, blushing, "no, this is silly.."

♡ "no! i need this! please.." you take off his shirt you wore as pajamas, he scans your curves unintentionally. "i've been missing your touch since i started working overtime, joshy.." you lay your hands on his chest gently, admiring his features.

♡ josh looked into your eyes, understanding that you needed this. he made sure the water was warm before helping you enter inside, following you behind.

♡ you both let the water run on your bare bodies, he put a small glob of shampoo onto his hand, rubbed it so suds appeared, and massaged your scalp with it. you closed your eyes, enjoying his touch.

♡ "you're so pretty, baby.." he said as he helped you rinse your hair from the remaining shampoo.

♡ you smile, trying to open your eyes to see him. he is so blurry from the water landing on your eyelashes, but you can still see his cute smile.

♡ he did the same with the conditioner, massaging the ends of your hair with it.

♡ as he rinsed your hair again, he admired your face since your eyes were closed. counting all your beauty marks, wanting to kiss all of them, but he knew he would take it too far, considering the location...

♡ the part he was dreading the most. body wash on his hands, rubbing your bare shoulders. you looked deep into his eyes, while his eyes were making sure you were lathered. his hands explored lower, cupping your chest, paying extra attention to your sensitive buds. your breath hitched, and he knew he fucked up. when he finally made eye contact, your face was flushed and your eyes were half hooded.

♡ you whine when he pulled away, grabbing more soap to wash the rest of your body. he gently rubbed your stomach, squishing it and smiling. "i love you so much.." he whispered as he explored your curves. you were always so sensitive to his touch, your cunt drips with the water as you hold on to him. his big and rough hands continue to massage your body with the suds.

♡ "i love you too, but i need you.. my job can wait.. please?" he smiles and giggles, looking away to hide his blush.

♡ “i still need to make sure you’re clean, babe..”

♡ he puts his hand between your thighs, making sure the water rinses your sensitive places. rubbing your clit, your folds, and teasing your hole. your hands gripped his arm tightly, not expecting the touch.

♡ he pulls his hands away to cup your ass, rubbing more soap on it as an excuse to grope you. "you're so pretty when you're needy, baby."

♡ "shut uppp.." you mumbled against his skin, leaving him small hickeys. he whimpers in response, his cock leaking more and more as you touch him. you reach your hand around his length, feeling it throb. "please, joshy..?"

♡ his aching cock twitched into your hand, his hips thrusting into your touch, using your grip as a flesh light. "i'll do whatever you want me to."

♡ “keep moving your hips like the pretty boy you are, joshy..” you say, using the body wash as lube.

♡ his breath shakes as his thrusts become faster, “i need to feel you..”

♡ in a mocking tone, “i still need to make sure you’re clean, babe.”

♡ “f-fuck you..” his head jumping back, feeling your thumb rub his sensitive tip. his pre cum makes it easier to swirl around his tip quickly, feeling it throb pathetically.

♡ “you know i hate it when you’re acting like a bitch.” you mumble. “but i’m about to be late for work.” you let go of his cock, turning around to bend over against the cold tiles.

♡ his eyes scans the water droplets on your naked body, ogling at your curves. “you’re so pretty..”

♡ “shut up and fuck me.” he wastes no time to position himself infront of your entrance, his huge and rough hands spreading your ass to make it easier. the head of his cock is enough to stretch you out, you whine at the painful pleasure. no matter how many times he cums inside of you, you never get use to the thickness.

♡ his length was worse, perfectly pressed against your cervix. he makes sure you’re gripping the slippery tiles before thrusting deeper, immediately hitting your sweet spot. your walls already tightening around him before he has the chance to fuck you properly.

♡ his arms wrap around your waist, holding you still as he pounds into your sweet spot. wanting to make it quick so you wouldn’t be late, but also wanting to let this moment linger longer. your back is pressed against his chest, he pecks your neck with kisses, whimpering into your ear.

♡ you struggle to hold yourself up, but with his arms holding you tightly against his chest, you barely need to hold onto the wall. your ass jiggles after every thrust, your legs shaking after every sound that escapes his lips. vocal men are the fucking best.

♡ his whines become high pitched, “fuck, i’m gonna cum.. babybabybaby..!” he bites your neck to try to quiet himself. you gasp in response, tightening around him, and tears running down your cheeks from your sweet spot being abused.

♡ “need- your cum, please!” you try to say between moans, his thick cock sloppily stretching you out, before he thrusts deep inside of you. his tip spurring loads of his cum, twitching pathetically as he pants against your ear.

♡ he carefully pulls out, mesmerized by his cum leaking out of you. he grabs you by the chin, pulling you in, kissing your perfect lips.

♡ “i love you..”

♡ “i love you too, baby.”

thx for reading !

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swampstew · 1 year

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𝒮𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒦𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇

Being a Kid Pirate is not an easy career path. Less so if you're the Vice-Captain. Killer has it so rough, he really needs a self-care day. Maybe you can give him one?

Content Warning: hotboxing the Victoria Punk, marijuana implied drug use, drinking, otherwise SFW. Word Count: 1.8K

As always, minors do not interact with my content this is a boundary, thank yew.

You knew that the Massacre Soldier was one of the hardest working men you've ever met in your damn life. Day in and day out he handled the ship's affairs, cooked nutritional meals, occasionally bat Kid over the head, and balanced a close relationship with you.

He hardly had a moment to himself, always giving someone or something else attention. You decided that was enough. Killer deserved to have a full day off – no exceptions.

It took several days of secret planning between you and some of the crew; you were a little skeptical you fully got away with your private planning. Killer has always been an observant man. Nevertheless, he did not stop or interfere in any way as you executed your plot. Wire, Heat, Haikei, Noe, Emma and Quincy were tasked with managing the Captain while you kidnapped the masked man.

Sneaking into the kitchen, Killer was quietly boiling a pot of noodles and readying a carton of eggs to fry. You hunch next to the countertop trying to assess when you could grab him.

“You want your eggs runny or dry?”

“Wah?! When did you figure out I was here?”

“The whole time,” he hummed.

Grumbling, you stood up from your hiding spot and stretched your body. Standing behind him you wrap your arms around his waist.

“I like mine dry but make it to go. I need your help with something very important.”

“Very important huh?” Killer let out a dry chuckle. The sizzling of butter flared as he flipped your egg over. “Ok then Y/N. Grab the coffee mugs and croissants.”

Eating in the privacy of his room, the two of you enjoy each other’s company as you caught up, exchanged opinions on recent news and of recently risen bounties. At one point you had retreated to the bathroom for a minute and Killer heard the tub being run. He tilted his head in curiosity.

You came back out and laid out the day for him. Killer was being subjected to his first day off. He was being treated to a day of luxury, relaxation, and spoiling. Phase 1 – the spa treatment. Killer had to bite his cheek from how hard he was smiling behind his mask. He’d never been to a spa before.

The smell of the oils in the water wafted in Killer’s nostrils as he sank into the tub. While it was large enough to hold both of you, and you did soak with him for a time while you swapped different face masks over both your faces, you spent most of your time catering to his whims. Feeding him cheese, crackers and grapes from a charcuterie board, changing the music dial for him, working the various shampoo and conditioner products in his impressive mane.

While his hair was wrapped in treatments, you gently gave him a foot and hand massage. They were short and sweet and you finished each appendage with a quick nail polish removal. Rinsing his silky hair, you hand him a robe and direct him to his couch.

You bring out some nail polish colors and let him choose. He’s going with purple this time; he was adamant that both his fingernails and toenails be the same color. Always a man of preciseness.

Once he’s rocking a dry set of nails, his stomach begins to growl. The promise of a delicious lunch keeps him at bay as you quickly rush through brushing and oiling his hair just the way he liked. As he gets dressed, you rush to the mess hall to check that nothing went wrong.

Dive had set the table as instructed and Bubblegum was bustling through the kitchen door with lunch on a platter. Spaghetti aglio e olio. Nothing too complicated for the novice cook.

Killer was delighted as he sat down across from you, maskless. You both devoured your salads and noodles – spa days really worked up an appetite.

“Next activity is more public; did you want me to grab your mask?”

“Nah, the face masks made my skin feel all soft and dewy. Don’t want to make it mildewy underneath the helmet with the humidity.”

“That’s fair. Cause up next is Phase 2 – drumming circle.”

Killer’s eyebrows cocked, “Bit presumptuous to assume I’ll play for an audience.”

“It’s not FOR an audience. Just, the audience finds you sometimes cause you’re so good!”

He blushed at that. Drumming was his favorite pastime so he knew he was a decent player after years of practice and playing. You’re not wrong though. Anytime he found himself wandering to the open space inside the ship where he would let loose, some of the crew would seek him out just to hear him play. Kid would join him with his bass guitar if he was free. Normally it was Wire and Heat who would play alongside him as his audience grew.

“Ok sooo I’m drumming for fun?”

“Yep! Play whatever you want, it’s your time to just hang out and relax. I’m going to set up some other things for Phase 3 so you’ll be on your own but you can always call me on the snail if you need anything and I’ll get it for you.”

As you led him to the deepest level of the ship, a peculiar smell reached his nose. He knew this smell. Killer was surprised to see several lamps were set up with colored lenses over the frames. The lenses lit the room up in a dark blue color, as if he underwater with the ship itself.

Set up in the center was his drum set. Other instruments were lined along the wall. The room was littered with pillows and bean bag chairs. A table next to the opposite wall held a variety of snacks, water jugs, a massive bong and several pre-rolled joints, and folded blankets. There was a keg beside the table too.

After several hours of just vibing, Killer felt completely relaxed. He had a good buzz going, he was enjoying playing along Heat, Wire AND Kid who had filtered in towards the end. Killer had attracted an audience and everyone was in a haze, lounging around the spread and snacking while they smoked, drank and listened to music. Killer almost forgot about your promise of Phase 3.

You had been hard at work alongside Bubblegum in the kitchen. You were preparing a special main course just for you and Killer, with a very tasty dessert too. Pomp, UK and Hip set up the private dining table for two just outside the helms room; in the dinosaur’s mouth where the railing and teeth blocked the waves of the sea.

Everything in place, you take a quick detour to your shared bedroom and slip into something cuter. Casual and pretty.

You grab a handful of snacks as you listen to the boys continue to jam. Killer’s eyes met yours immediately and he graced you with a wink and wide smile. It made your heart skip a beat. You offer him a wave as you enjoy the assortment. A few more songs and Killer ends the jam session, not without complaint from Kid who was still very much into playing the guitar. You pushed one of the other crew members towards the drums and grabbed Killer before anyone could react.

Killer was shaking as he ran, suppressing giggles over the situation. Being literally ripped from Kid’s grasp and trying to outrun a possible tantrum. You practically threw Killer in the bedroom with a rushed plea for Killer to change for dinner. He complied and changed into a fresh pair of pants and a simple shirt. It was time for Phase 3 – wine and dine.

The two of you held hands as you ran from the bedroom towards to helms room. Killer was about to ask why you were not going to the mess hall when he caught sight of the twinkling lights sitting beyond the last door. His breath caught in his throat as he observed the private date you had set up.

A small candelabra was centered on the table, two wine glasses and covered dishes preserving the meal. Off to the side was a covered container, dessert he presumed. Killer recounted his jam session as you both ate the baked chicken alfredo penne. You even exchanged some of the internal gossip between crew members as you dug into the crème brûlée you had worked so hard to make.

Killer leaned back in his chair completely full. The sea was calm and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, the moon shining brightly amongst the stars.

“Already ahead of you big guy,” you chirp.

A small duffel bag hidden inside the helms room contained blankets and throw pillows that you laid on the deck. Patting the spot next to you, you offer him a smile.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve any of this, but thank you Y/N,” Killer spoke softly as he nestled next to you. Propping himself up so he could recline comfortably and have you tucked into his side.

“What are you talking about?? Killer you’re the hardest working person I’ve ever met. You are On Top of Shit all the time. I’m shocked you’ve not cracked under the pressure to be honest,” you bit your lip in worry. “You need a chance to relax every now and then too. If not for your own wellbeing, then for me. I’m worried sick that you’ll drop dead any day from stress.”

Killer’s eyes shot up at that. He didn’t feel like he was overworked or overburdened. Sure, some days where tougher than others but he didn’t mind. Being on this crew and being the Vice-Captain were things he loved doing. It gave him a sense of purpose. Of belonging.

Shaking his head, “I won’t drop dead but I understand what you mean. I promise to try and take more time for myself.”

“Good!” you smile in triumph. “There’s no law that says you can’t have a nap after you turn 25 years old.”

“You know I’m 27 right?”

“DUH! You need it more than me, gramps.”

“GRAMPS?!”

“That’s why I gave you all the face masks, to reduce your worry lines before they become deep set wrinkles.”

Killer gives you a look of utter horror and worry. Did he really have worry lines??!

You crack a grin, “Ah I’m sorry I’m sorry, you don’t I was just messing around!”

“You play around too much Y/N!” Killer growled, poking your sides until you’re screaming and crying. Finally letting you catch your breath, he pulls you back into his chest.

As you watch the stars twinkle in the sky and listen to the lulling sounds of waves crashing against the hull, both your eyelids grow heavy.

“I just wanted to treat you a little today. Make sure you know you’re appreciated and loved,” you say quietly.

“You did amazing. Truly. You pulled off so much and I know the others played a heavy hand in all your plans to make it as perfect as it was. I love you, Y/N,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

Killer couldn’t remember another time he had slept that well under the stars.

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